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caterpillarinacave · 6 months
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Will, over a loudspeaker: Attention all guests! The London Institute closes in five minutes! If you are a visitor found wandering the halls after hours, you will be hunted for sport by the residents, shadowhunter or otherwise! Thank you, and have a good night!
Charlotte:
Charlotte: Will, if you do not give me that microphone right fucking now-
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I love how when Tessa, Will and Jem go to Yorkshire Tessa and Jem are off living practically a honeymoon life but Will is just watching them like 'i love u guys but please not around me it makes me go emo'. Idk why I though of this but yeah.
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tys-kitty · 2 years
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Am I the only one that hopes that Kit and Ty take over the London institute after TWP?
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sherlocksstuff · 6 months
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Chapter 3: Morning Wake-Up Call
It had been week since Mina arrived in London. Kit hadn’t protested much to Mina when she informed him about staying at Blackthorn hall.
"Silly Melon… Mina mine it's time to wake up," a soft voice whispered, pulling Mina from her dreams. She blinked and found herself staring at the pale Grey London sky. Once again, she had fallen asleep outside in Blackthorn Hall's gardens. To her, it was the best place to take a nap, even in the winter, and a simple heat spell could fend off the cold.
This time of year was always difficult for her, ever since her parents had passed away. Kit was there for her, but he had his own life in London now. She hardly saw him since he took up the responsibilities of running the Institute with Ty. Emma and Julian had come to Blackthorn Hall for the London Christmas party, and Mina had been glad that she could stay with them then the institute. However, he had been occupied with Enclave matters since their arrival.
"Mina, food's here," Dru called, interrupting her thoughts. "Coming!" she yelled back.
Julian's voice greeted her as she entered the house. "So, you fell asleep outside again, Min?"
"It's not my fault that your garden happens to be the best place to nap," Mina replied with a grin. "Besides, I was bird-watching."
Julian raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying her excuse. He exchanged a glance with Emma, a silent communication they seemed to share effortlessly.
"So, Mina, I was thinking we should train more later with Cortana. You're getting really in tune with her," Emma suggested.
Mina nodded enthusiastically. "That's a good idea. I need to train more. Are Kit and Ty coming for dinner, or is it just us?"
Dru answered from across the table, "Kit texted that they're a bit delayed, but they'll be here soon."
"Good thing we ordered pizza for dinner," Mina said with a grin, glancing around the kitchen. Emma and Julian were sitting close together, and Dru was to her left. Church, her dad's cat, lay asleep in the corner with his feet up in the air, on a bed she purchase from the pet shop.
Their dinner was cut short when Dru's phone rang. Kit and Ty hadn't made it for dinner; they were dealing with more Enclave problems. Strange occurrences, like unexpected portals, had been happening all over London.
"This sucks," Mina muttered, to which Church responded with a contented "Meow."
"You're right, Church. I still have you," she said, petting the cat affectionately. Church was known for being somewhat unfriendly to people other than Emma, but he was her dad's cat, and now he was hers.
Later, lying back on the ballroom floor, Mina pulled out her phone to text Max, her best friend. Loneliness crept over her; maybe coming to London so early had been a mistake. She sent a quick message, "Max, you up?" and waited for his response.
While she waited, her thoughts wandered to her parents. What must the place have looked like when James and Lucie were her age? She couldn't help but wonder. Her phone buzzed, breaking her reverie.
Max: Yeah, actually heading to London Institute with Bakpia. You're there, right?
Mina: No, at Blackthorn Hall, but I'll portal there now. What's happening, though?
Max: Don't know, something about portals, but not the usual ones that open in different places.
Mina: They're letting you help out? Jules and Emma left me at Blackthorn Hall, said they'd be back.
Max: Well, I'm 19, you know, and you're still underage, so…
Mina: I can still help out! See you there.
Opening a portal had become second nature to her; she could do it in her sleep if she wanted to. With a few practiced gestures, the portal opened with a shimmering silver hue.
Stepping through, she arrived at the London Institute's courtyard. The ancient building's spire loomed above, casting a shadow that reminded her of gothic cathedrals. She made her way up the steps and into the Institute, expecting to find Max.
"Min-min, what are you doing here? I thought you were at Blackthorn Hall," Kit called out, jogging down the stairs.
"Kit!" Mina exclaimed with joy, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
"I was texting Max, and he said he was coming here, so I portaled here," she explained.
Kit looked at her with a serious expression. "I know you want to help, but for now, stay in the Institute, okay?"
Mina was about to protest when he continued, "Listen, some weird things are happening, and I need you to stay put. Max, Rafe, and Tavvy are going to be here too. If we need your help, you can join, but listen to Rafe and Tavvy, understood?"
"Fine," Mina grumbled. "But I still want to be there for the meeting."
Kit sighed, his expression softening. "Alright, you can come to the meeting, but promise me you'll stay put otherwise."
"What about Ash? Is he here too?" Mina asked.
"No, he's in Faerie, asking about what's happening here. Now scram, Min," Kit said with a smile.
Mina ran up to the library. Hopefully Max and the others would be up there.
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thelastdragonsblog · 1 year
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wanted a simple human, find a good fanfic by jam/will, but-
I will never stop ship them.
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one-of-many-mothmen · 3 months
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I feel like if Jon had snapchat, his story would be completely unhinged. Like his story would be a picture of a cat and then a video of him running from the cops. A picture of his tea and a statement, then a picture of a dead body in an abandoned house. Just some really weird shit.
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It's a real shame that the OIAR's office's microsoft is 3 or 4 versions too old to have clippy
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ian0key · 4 months
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TMA fancast (Jonathan Sims)
Dev Patel:
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Please, look me in the eyes and tell me this man is not our Archivist.
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gunpowdertimsleftgun · 3 months
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kill them with kindness? wrong! CEASELESS WATCHER TURN YOUR GAZE UPON THIS WRETCHED THING 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
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hauntedhotel · 2 years
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Oh my god, just got to the TMA liveshow and Jon and Martin’s first meeting is so ridiculous I'm crying.
I don't understand how it took Martin such a long time to figure out that Jon might do a good impression of a snotty, stoic academic but he’s actually an anxious idiot when their first meeting was so stupid!
Yeah fine Martin let a dog trick him with its cute face and sneaked into the archive but what kind of person responds with "...in general?" when asked if they've seen a dog? Did he think a perfect stranger was accosting him at work to ask him if he’s ever seen a dog in his life?
I can't believe Martin was even surprised that Jon thought he was a ghost. I can’t believe Martin was ever intimidated by him. I can’t believe Martin ever let him live it down. Every one of their interactions for like, six months should be some variation of:
Jon: Martin, have you seen my glasses?
Martin: Yes Jon, they’re very nice. They make you look very smart.
Jon: What? No, I can’t find them!
Martin: Oh! I thought you meant like, in general.
Jon: *silently seethes*
Martin: They’re on your head, by the way.
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artemisyates · 3 days
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Care to give a Statement?
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madamevandeleur · 5 months
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Whenever I get really into something I get very paranoid that I'm making everything about it, and being an incredibly obvious fan.
Anyways the other day I was having a conversation and I thought to myself "I have to stop speaking like this, it's so obvious I'm just trying to sound like Jonathan Sims."
Because of my accent. My English accent. That I've had my whole life. Because I live in England.
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tys-kitty · 2 years
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Don‘t mind me daydreaming about Thomas and Alastair dancing in the ballroom of the London institute after everyone else left.
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annabelle--cane · 3 months
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sitting on my hands so hard every time I see a tmagp theory post based on inaccurate information because it's impolite to constantly tell random people on the internet that they're wrong and it is in fact completely normal to not have encyclopedic knowledge about these podcasts and I, magnus trivia marina, am the outlier in this situation
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wilmeet · 11 months
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a little Jon sketch for tonight :DD
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